Desperate Anglo Housewives : Bordeaux > she's back and dating in her 50s

New perspectives on mother-daughter relationships Helping my daughter with last minute school projects before the new term made this DesperateAngloHousewife realise that we are well and truly from different generations. However, recognising the generation gap and accepting the generation gap are two distinct paradigms... My daughter hit me with our differences this week....struggling over a book review in english, not her first language, she called me in to help out.  Her english teacher had luckily given the students a list of questions to guide them. Everything flowed until we came to this question,  " What is the writing style? "  She looked at me and said " What a wierd question, it's Times Roman probably size 12." At first, I will admit to being completely gobsmacked. Then I realised that "writing style" does not mean the same thing to her generation as it does to ours. A generation born to computers... And here comes the rant.....

Blasting away the winter blues The winter term in France is slightly north of  "mad."  You trudge your way, in my case somewhat willingly, through 'les fetes"/xmas, new year...foie gras again, bottle after bottle of superb wines, jaw dropping calorific feasts. Recall :Christmas day, a moment of heightened gastronomic excitement ( food version of multiple orgasm!) as I plunge my silver fork into my motherinlaw's asparagus pannacotta and take a sip of a 2007 dry white Meursault...I knew that if I tried to stand my legs would have simply crumbled underneath me such was my total total pleasure . Out the other side of this period and its a time when schools start really putting on the pressure - tests, exams, case studies. For "we, the teachers" its a race to write and grade exams, deal with students in crisis mode and those who have totally lost their motivation. My belief is that its important to feed ourselves well to battle against the stress an...